Artist And Puppets Poem by Satish Verma

Artist And Puppets



Surging tears
let me go, in rivers.
Sun will find shade.

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Lunar eclipse
will not spill blood on road.
Reflection of self?

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Time lives in
veins. The past and future
meet in present.

Friday, August 31, 2018
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